Baby Babbles--only one,
Now to sit up has begun.
Little Babbles quite turned two
Walks as well as I and you.
And Miss Babbles one, two, three,
Has a teaspoon at her tea.
But her Highness at four
Learns to open the front door.
And her Majesty--now six,
Can her shoestrings neatly fix.
Babbles, babbles, have a care,
You will soon put up your hair!
What a subtle way to childhood write the rapid passing of time. I would suggest an investigation into her poetry and short stories, in my opinion another example of a kiwi who wrote better after the contrast of travelling over seas. Having read so many of Mansfields's stories, remembering the impact at high school under the gift of a good English teacher, then later studying New Zealand Literature and Katherine Mansfield at university, read so often over the later years, Katherine will always be to me, hello old friend.
That was Awesome i like the way this poem rymes, it is a true work of art, in my openion
I absolutely love this, and agree Paul..... Children grow up way too fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very cute poem on how you grow - babbles sweet babbles